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In the cabin of video rental a lot of erotica - from light classics to hard porn. And when a guy or an adult man pulls me to a similar category of his chosen film, he is slightly embarrassed or depicts indifference, but I see what views he throws at me. As if she wants to offer me - to watch a similar film in his house alone (with all the ensuing consequences). I may have been with some would not do it - but always let so impregnable look that all ...
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Dasha could not get pregnant. For two years now, as she and her husband have tried in vain to find marital happiness. Passed the survey, handed tests. My husband is all right. She - in general, too, no obvious pathologies and abnormalities. Age is the most suitable: husband 25, she is 22. But alas ...
Doctors repeatedly shrugged. “Wait, try ...” - everything Dasha heard from experts. And when all the tools have already been tried, one colleague at work advised Dasha to go to one ...
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Doctors repeatedly shrugged. “Wait, try ...” - everything Dasha heard from experts. And when all the tools have already been tried, one colleague at work advised Dasha to go to one ...
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This story is written according to my friend. I am not a cook, I am only a waiter who brought you this dish, but you know, I could not resist and tried a piece of it on the way. It turned out to be incredibly tasty.
My name is ... what difference does it make, you don’t care, you came here for something else, don’t you? I am 53 years old, and I am not at all ashamed of my age, my appearance, and my sexuality. Not tall, hair on the shoulders, slightly plump, but damn sexy. My...
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My name is ... what difference does it make, you don’t care, you came here for something else, don’t you? I am 53 years old, and I am not at all ashamed of my age, my appearance, and my sexuality. Not tall, hair on the shoulders, slightly plump, but damn sexy. My...
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I want to confess a bit for my sins, only this will make it easier for me, because I can't do anything with myself. Of course, it may seem to you that there was nothing so overly awful, but a feeling of shame and irresponsibility has been gnawing at me ever since. My name is Svetlana, I am 18 years old and I have already finished the first year of the institute perfectly well in all subjects, I am a master nerd, I always was, thanks to my parents. Also, with their help, I still have not had a boyfriend and of course sex. No, I do not...
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This story happened a few years ago in the summer. I was 23. The heat this year was just hellish, it was impossible to stay in the city. I came from the country house to the city for a few days, took a shower, put a light sarafan on a wet body and ran out to the store. Already in the elevator I realized that I forgot to put on my panties. It was somehow uncomfortable, so I decided to return. The doors on the first floor opened, a man about 60 years old stood by the elevator, maybe a little older. I try not to drive with strangers, but an elderly man ...
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Zina was walking with a walk.
Every day he walked around: from the entrance to the stop, from the stop to the Ribbon, from the Ribbon to the transition bridge across the road, from the bridge to the shopping center and back, the same way, and to the entrance.
It was a little more than four kilometers.
Zina understood that this was not enough. But he could not force himself to do two laps.
As soon as he returned to the entrance, the thought that today he would make two circles, which, every time, with enviable constancy, twitched the brain ...
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Every day he walked around: from the entrance to the stop, from the stop to the Ribbon, from the Ribbon to the transition bridge across the road, from the bridge to the shopping center and back, the same way, and to the entrance.
It was a little more than four kilometers.
Zina understood that this was not enough. But he could not force himself to do two laps.
As soon as he returned to the entrance, the thought that today he would make two circles, which, every time, with enviable constancy, twitched the brain ...
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How I was blind!
Who would have thought that the whole three years would pass like one day. Even when you say it out loud, it seems like a lot of time, but when you're happy, you don't notice its transience. It seems that it stops, it does not exist, but it does not disappear anywhere, continuing on its way. Sometimes you even think that this is a kind of universal conspiracy - the happier you are, the faster the time passes. That would stop him, enjoy every second, but no, it starts to hurry, somewhere ...
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Who would have thought that the whole three years would pass like one day. Even when you say it out loud, it seems like a lot of time, but when you're happy, you don't notice its transience. It seems that it stops, it does not exist, but it does not disappear anywhere, continuing on its way. Sometimes you even think that this is a kind of universal conspiracy - the happier you are, the faster the time passes. That would stop him, enjoy every second, but no, it starts to hurry, somewhere ...
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Zoya Fyodorovna Kobylyanskaya (and among the female staff of the military sanatorium, simply “Mare”), a bright forty-year-old blonde, with large blue eyes and narrow eyebrows clearly growing with black ink, was a good basketball player, was listed as the chief doctor of the sanatorium in the distant wilderness between Khabarovsk and Vladivostok. How and when she appeared here, no one knew, except for the narrow circle of the girls of the chief physician with whom she ...
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Spring! Finally, after a long and cold winter, Spring is slowly and yet timidly but surely taking over. Frosts still crackle sometimes and evil blizzards howl, but we all already know that this is temporary. It is angry with a cruel boy, Winter who does not want to leave, and clings to her icy sosilid fingers for the last days, but Spring comes tirelessly and every day wins more and more in this unequal battle. And every day the sun becomes brighter and the air becomes warmer and already ...
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For a long time I did not dare to publish here any of my stories. Yes, there, for a long time I did not even dare to simply set it up as a story. I have more or less good spelling, but I do not have literary talent for sure.
So, what should I write about myself? Once, in a completely alien reality for me, I was married. As they say: I was there, I did not like it. The marriage fell apart like a figure in the sand. "The foot of fate" - remember, like BG? I...
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So, what should I write about myself? Once, in a completely alien reality for me, I was married. As they say: I was there, I did not like it. The marriage fell apart like a figure in the sand. "The foot of fate" - remember, like BG? I...
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